When we met in the crowded living room he was flanked by a big breasted blonde on each arm. It was a Halloween party. He was dressed as a doctor, in scrubs. The two blondes had their asses hanging out of white mini-skirts that came in the nurse costume packages at the Halloween super store. He smiled at me and gestued his head like I should cross the room to...
"Why were you down in that neighborhood at all, Aaron?" I didn't want to sound judgmental under the circumstances—my little brother, Aaron, had dragged himself to my downtown Philadelphia apartment in the middle of the night with a tale of woe of having been dosed with a date rape drug in a bar down by the naval shipyard on the rough south end of Philly and...
There once was a policeman named Laidley Small, who didn't deserve it. He was a policeman, sure enough, but he wasn't small. And he couldn't get laid. For months, ever since my return from six months as a hostage of terrorists in Colombia (where I was made to crave a good, stalwart cock and where I became a cum-slut), my life was one sexual adventure afte...
Exhausted and trying to escape the pain and this filthy cell, I forced myself into sleep. I was wedged in a sitting position on the bench, handcuffed to the jail cage bars and propped on one butt cheek to relieve the pressure on my ass. It had been a truly rough ride, but it had really hit the spot. I was aroused and satisfied as I never had been before, and...
I had just closed escrow on a house I found in Manhattan Beach, a better part of Los Angeles County than my old digs--closer to the beach. I spent the day moving in my furniture, and as the sun went down, to celebrate I drove to a restaurant I saw on Sepulveda Boulevard. I sat at the bar and ordered a Knob Creek and soda--a little 100 proof whiskey was just...
Epilogue "Do you realize we are practically hiding in a closet?" Carter snickered. Aron hushed him. "They'll find us," his husband reproached. "Of course they will," Carter said matter-of-factly. "They have the dog with them. They're already tracking us as we speak." "The fact that you're making so much noise is not helping," Aron glared. "Okay, okay,"...
Hardesty wasn't in the best of moods when he got to the precinct, and the guys and gals there didn't help it any—as he knew they wouldn't. "Had a hard night?" he was greeted at the door, accompanied by a snigger. "Found it hard to get to work today, Hardesty?" boomed a voice from one end of the vice squad room. "Hard morning, Hardesty?" another voice chim...
Chapter 8 - Dave and Leroy Have a Major Disagreement After returning from Allison's, Dave was sitting on the couch with Leroy, they were holding hands and kissing. Dave remembered, Leroy had chuckled and asked what it was about. At first, Dave was trying to remain calm when they were talking about the subject. He couldn't believe what was coming out of Ler...
I love going running on a nice sunny day without a shirt. Several times a week, weather permitting, I run a couple of miles along a road next to the National Forest. If it's a weekday when I have to be at work, I run in the late afternoon. If a weekend, in the morning. Save for a month or so in the winter, I don't need a shirt and I don't want one. I love...
The humour was infectious. Not that it was a funny book, just that the way the story was told tickled Grant just right. And he was, he realized belatedly, stroking himself off as he imagined fucking the book's hero, Robert. It was the tenth Robert book and also the latest one, fresh off the press. Grant had only discovered them 18 months before so the time...